The Devil-Stone

Summary

On a craggy coast where the Atlantic gnaws at stone like myth itself, Marcia Manot—net-mender, hymn-hummer, daughter of salt—plucks from a tide-pool a Viking queen’s emerald the size of a gull’s heart. The gem, veined with runic fractures, hums a saga of blood-right and ruin; it slips into her palm as though it had waited seven centuries for that exact pulse. Enter Silas Martin, Yankee speculator, eyes sharp as ledger columns, who weds the ocean girl with the same detachment one acquires a promising mine. In a candle-lit parlour smelling of kelp and kerosene, he makes her sign her name—an X that looks like crossed cutlasses—then spirits her to a cliff-top manor where chandeliers drip like melting icebergs. Between silk sheets he lectures on capital; beside the emerald he lectures on capital; in her dreams the stone lectures on capital until she wakes tasting copper. When Silas, bored, frames her for infidelity with the same meticulous cruelty a banker forecloses, Marcia’s hands—once calloused from hauling nets—now tremble like harp strings. One moonless night she walks the parapet, hears the Norse queen’s laughter riding the wind, and lets a dagger fall as silent as a gull stooping on prey. The body folds into the surf; the emerald flashes once, as if winking at history.

Synopsis

Fishermaid Marcia Manot finds an emerald which once belonged to a Norse queen and is cursed. Greedy American Silas Martin marries her, then sets her up for divorce. She kills him and weds his business manager Sterling, but a detective learns about Silas' death.